Sunday, August 28, 2016

will not invite you into my grief
with all the formalities of a good host

haven't tidied up in here
in as long as it takes
to tell long, long stories
I know you'd feel compelled to help
me with all this mess
I'd refuse, you'd feel awkward
would want to sit down
I'd tell you to watch where y'step
eggs shells and frayed nerves
stain the carpet
don't entertain there, often
don't speak softly here

will not invite you into my grief
with all due formality,
but I know from the outside
it's a long way around it